The future is uncertain, all our past forgotten
Our decisions ignored and choices laughed at
We have only ghosts, memories and caution
The cemeteries we walk through are trapped
We'll never escape, for we're all ill begotten
Life is the struggle, existence tests the flesh
Held above for public scrutiny and hatred
At the end, terminus is payable on death
We freeze frame, and then face a test
Should one live or die, left aghast
